Fawn's POV
"Relax," he murmured, his free hand smoothing down my spine, soothing even as his other hand kept his c**k positioned there. "I'm not going to f**k your ass. Not tonight. But I want you to feel me there. Want you to think about it. Think about me taking you there soon."
"I don't—I've never—" My voice came out high, shaky.
"I know," he said, and there was dark satisfaction in his tone. "That's why I'm going to enjoy it so much when I finally do."
The head of his c**k pressed more firmly, not breaching, just applying pressure that made every nerve ending fire. The sensation was overwhelming—too much, too intense, bordering on pain but not quite crossing that line. And he wasn't even inside.
Then he moved, dragging his c**k back down, and without warning, he thrust into my p**
